Welcome to chapter 11! *0* xD
Well then, now let´s see how Shizuo deals with an unconscious, hurt flea C:
Sorry- for being late too- :C Time kinda slipped away from me way too fast xD But no worries, except for twtd 28 and SD2 being updated tomorrow everything will remain as scheduled xD
Now thank chu for the wait~
Guest 2: awwwww of course he is C; i love it when Izaya thinks of Shizuo when something really bad happens, like- it seems so natural, like it would be so Izaya-ish to be like- *almost dying* ah, too bad it wasn´t Shizu-chan who did me in. *dies* xDDDD I dunno but it´s just so like him xDD Ohohoho be prepared for some horror there C: For taht wasn´t the only one of those guys you will see C; To be honest I wanted to go a step further and make Shizuo imagine the flea being there, but I felt that would be a tad too over the top x'DDD Ohhhhhh YES you got a very good uhhh prediction there xD Shizuo will definitely never lay his eyes of Izaya again C; so much- well you will see C: Shizuo is such a cutiepie naw- I hurt him in here a bit I think ;A; Well you will see xD
Reader: xDDDDDD calm down x'DDD It won´t get you x'DDD haha thank you 3 Right? *^* I love it- the idea of Shizuo trying to save Izaya, in some way no matter what kind of circumstances, or which story it is, it´s just so HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN -fangirl squeal- I love it - xD Ohhhhhhh you made me grin when you said "how it will affect everyone" ohohohohohohoho let me tell you, a certain someone is going to be affected in a very emotional and even obvious way C: which will cause some really cute scenes btw KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -coughs- anyway- xDDDD Hehe this chappy will be heart tugging kinda xD
Thank you very much for correcting SoylentRamen! *^*
Enjoy~!
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ஜ Chapter 11: Salty drops ஜ
-Shizuo´s point of view-
"Please, Izaya-"
Don´t die.
Please don´t die.
The thought kept repeating inside the blond´s head as he stood there- staring.
He was done... at least, he thought he was.
He cut where the raven had told him to- he tried to keep away the blood that had suddenly started flowing- Panic was taking control as he tried to remember what the raven had said and tried to think of what Shinra had been doing when he came to him for injuries.
After all, he had watched Shinra sew him shut a couple times after removing a bullet of some sort or any other projectile he had had rammed into his body.
But now?
When he was the one doing it? On someone else that didn´t have a body as sturdy as his?
It wasn´t like what he expected at all. Nausea had made itself known all too soon, and thinking about it now had a similar effect on the blond as he tried to just hold his hands still for a second.
Now they were shaking nonstop- ever since he finished the stitches.
He couldn´t get that image out of his head.
He was done, wasn´t he? Did he forget anything? Did he do anything that would be bad? Fuck, he had no clue. After washing his hands, with the alcohol he had found and doing the same with the instruments, he just did as told.
He made a cut.
He wiped the blood away because he couldn´t see too well.
Then there was what he thought a rib would look like- a broken rib, that is. He had no idea what to do with it.
Izaya just said pull it out or whatever, but he couldn´t just remove it right? Whenever he had something broken, the doctors didn´t remove any bones from him, either; usually you waited for them to heal, right?
So he only moved it- god, just the memory of it made him nauseous again.
Fuck.
He felt like choking.
Did he do anything wrong? Fuck, if he messed up then he wouldn´t even know for sure-
Or wait, no, he would know- yeah, alright, he would know he messed up, the second Izaya stopped breathing.
Anxious, the blond shifted a bit closer to the raven, watching his chest rise and fall. He was still breathing. Only shallow, and too slow for Shizuo´s liking, but he was, wasn´t he?
Sunlight was only barely illuminating the room anymore. Shizuo hadn´t kept track of time, and there was no clock in sight- but it sure felt as if it had been hours he had been standing there. Just staring. Hands trembling all the while.
"Izaya, wake up, won´t you," he mumbled, ruffling through his own hair in the attempt to find some comfort. Talking so he would hear at least some kind of noise in this room.
It was so quiet.
No noise, no nothing. Izaya would be rambling- hell, anyone else would be rambling now, maybe, if only to pass time, or make at least some noise so Shizuo would know he wasn´t alone, but right now-
Izaya was quiet.
Everything was quiet.
"I can´t do this shit alone, Izaya," the blond mumbled, his forehead shifting into his very familiar frown as he glanced towards the source of this mess.
He couldn´t do it. Not alone. What the hell would he even keep fighting those things for?
What for?
He couldn´t even protect a single person. He had to shoot his brother, his friend, they all died-
And now Izaya, too?
"Izaya you can´t die, you stupid flea, you hear me?!" He was freaking out. He couldn´t do this.
The room with the torn up zombies was still there, the door busted open from inside.
What was that, even!? That thing that had approached them, it was definitely not just an average zombie. It was stronger, Shizuo had felt the resistance when he busted its head off its neck.
It was definitely stronger, and faster, and what irked him the most was that it seemed like it had been able to see.
A bad feeling started to creep into the blond´s mind as he started scanning their surroundings more and more, anxiousness taking over for a second and making his hair stand on end.
He was still just in this operation room. Izaya laying on the operation desk. And no sound reached the blond´s ears- yet he couldn't help but feel anxious.
It might be because of what happened, but he didn´t want to stay here even a second longer. The thought of having to wait here, not knowing when or if the flea would wake up again- no.
The blond took a few steps and approached the door to the operation room, glancing into the dark corridor.
Nothing was there.
He had to get out of here with the flea. He didn´t know where to yet, but even staying in a tree sounded safer to him right now than staying in this fucking hospital.
Hesitantly, he approached the raven once more. His face had paled considerably, and his brows were still knitted into a pained frown, but he didn´t wake up.
…
Fuck.
This was so messed up, so fucking messed up.
He tried to take his mind of everything and just concentrate on one single task.
Get the flea out of here.
He could just lift that operation desk and carry it with him, making it so the raven wouldn't be moved too much. But then again- the idea of something jumping onto that thing or the raven rolling off it and falling to the ground or falling down somewhere else, right into the grasp of some dead zombie was just too horrifying to hang onto that idea.
Carrying the flea on his back sounded like a better option. He would have to move slowly, but that wasn't a problem, he wasn´t in a hurry, he just wanted out of here and with a light pole in his hands he would be able to knock any of these assholes out without them even getting near.
… yeah. He liked that option better.
The sun was already setting. Looking over into the corner of the room, Shizuo spotted the all too precious backpack Izaya had been carrying around.
…
He lifted it, not looking inside, and placed it gently next to the operation desk. Whatever it contained clicked softly; the blond figured something fragile was in there, but he didn´t look.
He didn´t want to know what the flea had planned.
… He would take it with him, for when the flea woke up. Izaya would be pissed if he just left it there for sure, right?
His own bag already rested in the very same room. He hadn´t taken it with him before when he went to the showers.
Hesitantly, the blond shifted over to the operation desk once more.
He didn't want to worsen the flea´s condition.
But he wanted to get out-
The bandages he had wrapped around the flea after somehow sewing the wound closed were already starting to get stained with red.
For a second, he reconsidered, wondering if it really was a good idea to move the flea at all- but the stench of dead zombies still filling the room made him stick to his plan after all.
He wanted out of here. The room itself felt like it was suffocating him. He felt that if he stayed here for even a second longer, he would go insane.
Carefully, the blond slid his hands beneath the raven´s back. With a frown, he noticed that not only had he paled, but also gotten cold. Being only concerned with whether he did the right things while operating on the flea, he hadn´t even noticed that the temperature had dropped.
He pulled him up, carefully, making it so Izaya almost sat there in an upright position, the flea´s forehead resting on his shoulder.
Over and over, Shizuo kept glancing at the flea´s face, if he was in any pain or if he made anything worse- but the flea was completely out of it still, eyes closed. The pained frown on his face stayed exactly the same no matter what he did.
A hand was slid over, pulling the raven´s legs off the table while the other secured him in his position, making him sit on the edge of the bed. Shizuo turned around quickly, crouching down just enough that the raven would tilt forward against his back and slide forward, efficiently slipping the raven off the bed.
He shifted a bit, positioning the raven in the middle of his back.
He already feared that the flea would slip off- or that the wound he stitched closed would re-open.
Fuck.
It was weird.
He hated the flea, sure he did, he never wanted anything else than for that flea to be gone from his life- but now?
That stupid louse couldn´t die. He wasn´t allowed to!
Tightening his hold around the raven´s legs, he bent forward, pulling the bags over his head and making it so they hung down from his neck.
He could do this. The flea was going to be okay, and going to be as annoying as he had always been, for sure. He would find a place to stay. A safe place.
And then he would just wait until the flea woke up again.
He was just sleeping, right? Yeah.
Just like he did before.
Tch- shaking his head to chase away the feeling of guilt that slowly crept into his mind, he walked out of the operation room.
What happened was his fault, and he knew it.
If he hadn´t simply fallen asleep in the bathroom, then that thing wouldn´t have had even the chance to get to close to the flea- but like this?
He wasn´t fast enough- when that thing dashed towards Izaya, he simply was too far away. He could have fucking thrown it away. But no.
Of course he had to sleep.
Fucking sleep.
Guilt, regret and worry were nagging at him more than he would like to admit.
He couldn´t lose Izaya like this. Not now.
The corridor was even darker than before as he walked towards the entrance of the building.
"Though, once I really do die, remember to burn me, okay?"
The blond paused in his steps, the sentence just popping up in his mind from before they walked into this building.
He wouldn´t die.
No.
He refused to let him die.
He could hear him breathe, his head was resting on Shizuo´s shoulder. He could hear the shallow but even breaths of air.
He wasn´t going to die.
No.
He slammed the door of the hospital open, finally being free- and stood still.
There they were.
Those fucking assholes.
A vein popped on his forehead and his hands started shaking once more. But this time they didn´t shake in fear, no-
Gently, very gently, he crouched down, leaning the flea onto the wall of the building.
Groaning was to be heard, and he could already hear the creatures step closer. A dozen were walking around in front of the hospital.
His teeth were gritted and his eyes filled with rage as he turned around. There was a light pole next to the entrance. It wasn´t lit but very much what Shizuo had looked for. His hand closed around the cold metal.
"You freaking bastards…" If just this fucking virus hadn´t spread. If these assholes just weren´t there-
Loudly, the metal cracked, drawing every last zombie´s attention towards the blond as he ripped the rod out of the ground.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Rage.
Violence. He didn´t know any other way to deal with emotions that were too hard to talk about. Emotions that he couldn´t put into words.
He couldn´t stop the string of thoughts revolving in his head over and over-
Crashing, creaking of metal, screaming and groaning of zombies echoed through the air as he just went berserk.
Blood splattered, intestines dropped to the ground as he swung that pole down on five of them.
The noises attracted more and more of the zombies, but Shizuo didn´t even care on his killing spree.
He wouldn´t let a single one of these bastards pass behind him.
He would protect that flea.
Yeah, that stupid louse that he always wanted to kill, he would make sure he survived now.
Yeah. The flea.
The blond paused, heaving. By now, only a few of the zombies were left. Three of them, slowly approaching him.
He would make sure no one hurt the louse any more than he already was.
Without even blinking or sparing a thought on how these things were still humans, he shoved the pole forward, stabbing all three of them with the iron.
Warm, disgusting blood stained his face, but he didn´t even care as he rammed the metal into the ground once more, making it so the groaning bastards had no way to get off this thing.
And with that, he turned around.
More zombies approached the scene, but they weren't walking towards the blond anymore. They only heard the screaming of the three stabbed ones.
Slowly but surely, they gathered around the pole, not hearing anything else that would be worth chasing. After all, Shizuo was quiet.
Izaya was quiet.
There was no one else there to give off any sound.
With the raven back on his back, Shizuo walked away from the scene.
Zombies walked by, but they didn´t even notice him.
Houses passed, but Shizuo didn´t even think about going inside one of them.
A tree, placed in a middle of a traffic island was his only destination.
He passed the car they had driven, the car that Izaya had used to drive him crazy, speeding like there was no tomorrow. Talking without a care in the world, sounding like everything was just a bad dream and they would wake up soon.
Peaceful.
He crawled up the tree; using his monster strength, he got up there without any difficulty, fingers slipping inside the trunk as if it were pudding until he reached the top.
He had no mattress this time. But there were two thick branches that aligned close to each other. Hanging the bags onto slightly thinner branches, he let the raven slip off his back. One hand keeping him in place, the other pulling off his shirt and spreading it over the wooden bed.
It wasn´t much, but better than nothing.
He laid the flea down on it- his hands started to shake again.
He was still breathing.
And then it was quiet again.
Despite the flea being physically there, he was alone.
Really alone.
It was quiet.
So quiet.
Izaya would be rambling now.
He would be telling him stuff. Maybe something about stars again, maybe some other weird shit he had never heard about.
Heck, he would even prefer his teasing over this silence.
But now there were only soft groans to be heard from the direction of the hospital. The blond just sat there, legs pulled up, right next to the flea, one hand draped securely over the flea.
"Izaya, you have to wake up again, you hear me?"
Izaya had to survive.
He was smart.
He had to.
Shizuo couldn't do it.
If even the flea was gone, he would be left on his own. He couldn't do this. He couldn't keep killing for himself. What would he even continue living for?
His brother was dead.
He bet everyone he knew was dead by now.
They were the only two left.
Izaya could do it. Izaya could deal with this crap mentally.
He was just like normal. The only fucking normal thing left.
Izaya had to wake up. No matter what. If he didn´t-
He felt like choking.
If only he hadn´t fallen asleep-
He gritted his teeth-
And then he did something he hadn´t done in a very long time.
He cried.
Mourned over the dead for the first time. For Kasuka, Tom, Ruri, and so many more that died and would never come back.
A tear drop dripped from his cheek.
He cried.
Because he was in despair. Lost.
Because he didn´t know what to do.
He cried.
Because he could do nothing else than wait.
He cried, because he feared the flea would be dead by morning.
Because Izaya would stop breathing in the night.
Because he would die. And when he was dead, he couldn't do anything to change it.
To be continued
Awwwwwwwww poor shizzy awwwww xDD Don´t cry my baby xD Who knows what will happen now though C:
Hehe -raises hand- I DO xDDDD Next chapter will be... well... a little squealish xD Whether you squeal in fear or love is something I will leave you to wonder about xDDD
Now, now, sorry for the lateness again C:
For those who wonder, on Sunday this week, 14th, everything will update as scheduled xD so you will definitely get Ast 2, bcd 11, Iwtswyf 38 and Ne 5 C:
And tomorrow, you will get twtd 28 and SD2 :C Sowy for being so slow I only returned today xD
Well then, see you tomorrow *0* or on sunday 14th *0* or on sunday the 21st when the next sotd chapters comes out x'DDD
haha, see ya~ xD
PS.: Did I already mention the new story I started? xD For anyone who missed it and wants to read it, it´s "A single touch" it´s a hurt; comfort story where poor lil Izzyy was raped ;^;